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Lowest I Am Video (MV)




Performed By: Thomas Austin
Featuring: Tope
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Thomas Brown
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Thomas Austin - Lowest I Am Lyrics




[ Featuring Tope ]

Me?
Yeah, I'd like to be home every night, but that ain't where the money's at
You got to be gone at least three, four weeks at a time to accumulate that money
So when you do go home.
You got something to show for it.
Yeah, it's nice to be home every night and be with the family and kids and that.
I can understand that

The say they gotta see to believe it
Everybody want the proof that they can reach it
I was rapping I ain't have a light beacon
If my parents still working
I don't need another reason
The studio the kitchen
I been cooking every season
Could I be a role model?
The one that's held in regard and need to make molds out of?
That's a lot of pressure for a mortal man
Seen egos big as boulders broken down to sand
Patience tested
Gotta keep the word of God in hand
I invested way before I was in high demand
And this the mountain for some
This the lowest I am

He'll understand
But a lot of people think "oh I gotta be home every night. I can't do this".
Well you better stay out of trucking and go flip you some burgers at McDonald's or something

Prior to me ever working 9-5 shifts
I was out hustling
You can ask my friends
Used to sell jailbreaks for the iPhone
Quick $100 hit my pocket like a stipend
Pop coached me up like I'm in the NBA
But I didn't make it big off a jumpshot
Or do petty crime just to get a mugshot
Just rap fake hard for a fake opp
I used to swerve a lot
2nd guessing in and out of my lane and now
I do observe a lot
Are you just trying to get closer for gain
Because I need to know
I need to know
I wanna know
I need to know

Pull a country boy out the south
What you get?
Throw him into action
He adjust to it quick
Put him on the mound
He gone swing for the fence
You can stack the odds
It don't matter what it is
See he built different
They want the blueprint
All he ever wanted was family and blue prints
All they ever did was tell me I should quit
Now they wanna eat with me
Pluck em toothpicks
I know I'm triggered
You can blame it on my past
Tired of the "my bads"
No more dealings
Nothing changing on my behalf
Target on my back
Know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted

Hold on
Man didn't I tell you I was in the studio with Tope
We locked in right now
That's all I know
We locked in
You feel me
Third coast to the west coast, ya dig
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English

Me?
Yeah, I'd like to be home every night, but that ain't where the money's at
You got to be gone at least three, four weeks at a time to accumulate that money
So when you do go home.
You got something to show for it.
Yeah, it's nice to be home every night and be with the family and kids and that.
I can understand that

The say they gotta see to believe it
Everybody want the proof that they can reach it
I was rapping I ain't have a light beacon
If my parents still working
I don't need another reason
The studio the kitchen
I been cooking every season
Could I be a role model?
The one that's held in regard and need to make molds out of?
That's a lot of pressure for a mortal man
Seen egos big as boulders broken down to sand
Patience tested
Gotta keep the word of God in hand
I invested way before I was in high demand
And this the mountain for some
This the lowest I am

He'll understand
But a lot of people think "oh I gotta be home every night. I can't do this".
Well you better stay out of trucking and go flip you some burgers at McDonald's or something

Prior to me ever working 9-5 shifts
I was out hustling
You can ask my friends
Used to sell jailbreaks for the iPhone
Quick $100 hit my pocket like a stipend
Pop coached me up like I'm in the NBA
But I didn't make it big off a jumpshot
Or do petty crime just to get a mugshot
Just rap fake hard for a fake opp
I used to swerve a lot
2nd guessing in and out of my lane and now
I do observe a lot
Are you just trying to get closer for gain
Because I need to know
I need to know
I wanna know
I need to know

Pull a country boy out the south
What you get?
Throw him into action
He adjust to it quick
Put him on the mound
He gone swing for the fence
You can stack the odds
It don't matter what it is
See he built different
They want the blueprint
All he ever wanted was family and blue prints
All they ever did was tell me I should quit
Now they wanna eat with me
Pluck em toothpicks
I know I'm triggered
You can blame it on my past
Tired of the "my bads"
No more dealings
Nothing changing on my behalf
Target on my back
Know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted
That's how I know I'm gifted

Hold on
Man didn't I tell you I was in the studio with Tope
We locked in right now
That's all I know
We locked in
You feel me
Third coast to the west coast, ya dig
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Writer: Thomas Brown
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